"Good call. Lets see what we can get done for you."
Careful to minimize contact with his skittish companion, Vincent neatly dusts down the Paras' extended claw with the grooming brush. Then, soaking a spare rag with a spritz of water from his canteen, he adds a dash of moisturizer from a small bottle, before giving the bug's pincer an gentle wipe down.
"Verdict?"
Moran chitters for a bit, but does not appear displeased at the outcome. When Vincent gingerly reaches out with the brush again, however the bug drops to the ground, pulling in it's limbs and disappearing back underneath the bowl it has taken to wearing like a helmet.
"You know I can't reach you underneath that, right?"
There is more chittering, then silence as the other claw is cautiously poked out from beneath the bowl. Vincent stifles a laugh, as he deftly repeats the process with the Paras' other claw.
"And the rest of you?"
The bowl drops back to the ground. A muffled chittering noise emanates from beneath the bowl.
"Still not up for that, huh, Moran?" He gently taps the top of the bowl. "Well... you let me know when you're ready, little guy."
Packing away the grooming kit, he sits down on the grass to wait for Nathan to finish his scavenger hunt expedition. Padding over to his trainer, Winston plonks down on the grass beside him as... well... an upturned food bowl.... slides around on the ground near his feet.
All things considered, he's having a good day.
Careful to minimize contact with his skittish companion, Vincent neatly dusts down the Paras' extended claw with the grooming brush. Then, soaking a spare rag with a spritz of water from his canteen, he adds a dash of moisturizer from a small bottle, before giving the bug's pincer an gentle wipe down.
"Verdict?"
Moran chitters for a bit, but does not appear displeased at the outcome. When Vincent gingerly reaches out with the brush again, however the bug drops to the ground, pulling in it's limbs and disappearing back underneath the bowl it has taken to wearing like a helmet.
"You know I can't reach you underneath that, right?"
There is more chittering, then silence as the other claw is cautiously poked out from beneath the bowl. Vincent stifles a laugh, as he deftly repeats the process with the Paras' other claw.
"And the rest of you?"
The bowl drops back to the ground. A muffled chittering noise emanates from beneath the bowl.
"Still not up for that, huh, Moran?" He gently taps the top of the bowl. "Well... you let me know when you're ready, little guy."
Packing away the grooming kit, he sits down on the grass to wait for Nathan to finish his scavenger hunt expedition. Padding over to his trainer, Winston plonks down on the grass beside him as... well... an upturned food bowl.... slides around on the ground near his feet.
All things considered, he's having a good day.
